Epilogue

Hours  churned into days ,

days into months,

 months to years .

and the epilogue to this momentous manuscript begins thence,

when a capstone set in place

to adorn the crest of an eternally ephemeral boyhood,

spells it doom and has it foundered.

leaving behind the shattered remains,

of a tempest that razed a fine Sunday morrow

Time and transience the accomplices,

both of whom afford a wry aura,

on this crossroad of my terribly evanescent being.

The benign gloom of dusk,

and the garish glory of dawn.

The joy of foot set on a path afresh,

and the sorrow of another novel chapter ,

engraved in the tome of memories,

deserts a soul riven in half.

yowling like a ravenous wolf ,

and wailing like a forsaken child,

all but for none to hear,

chronicled, by the mighty keeper of time.

Years have been fleeting and never so quickly,

however many there seems to be,

all but stashed in the infinite vault of time,

to breathe life to which,

would be to flounce out of one’s grave.

for thus reads the edict

`As one flower blossoms ,

another must whither'.

our hour is now at hand,

to drink the grief of our parting souls,

with a toast to Him to earn a reunion,

years hence, when the tears of jubilant adulthood.

replace the tears of our extant grief.

Spare but a minute thence,

to think of our once common past

to send if not a wish to the then dear comrade,

Foreordained is the gist of this being,

that these days of bliss are never hence to be lived.

Blessed is he, who's etched in the memories of his brethren,

leaving behind in the tide of time,

imprints of a once humane life.